“The scream happened that same way; no one went in, but the scream came out, he said.”
“Oh, it’s all so mysterious!” sighed Sim. “Shall we ever be able to solve it? Seems to me it gets worse.”
“I hope we can solve it,” said her companion solemnly.
They created quite a sensation when they reached Sim’s house, not only with the “mistletoe,” over which Dot went into wild raptures, but with their story of Viney Tucker and the strange noises.
“What a queer old woman,” said Dorothy. “I wouldn’t want to meet her alone in the dark.”
“Oh, I guess she’s just a poor old crank whose troubles have gotten the best of her,” said Arden. “I feel sorry for her.”
“She must be a trial to Granny Howe,” suggested Terry, who seemed much improved.
“Granny isn’t the sort that gives way to trials,” said Sim. “Oh, it will be so wonderful if we can help her!”
“Leave it to Harry,” said Arden. “And, by the way, don’t you think we had better tell him the latest happening?”
“Of course,” said Dorothy quickly. “Shall I telephone him?”